Dirty Delivery (Bound & Delivered #1)

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Savannah

“You could sleep in my room tonight,” I say casually, my voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in my stomach.

Rylan’s brows lift slightly, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. “Is that an invitation?”

“Don’t overthink it,” I reply, turning on my heel before he can analyze my expression. “It’s just . . . the house is big, and it’s quiet. Too quiet.”

“Right,” he murmurs, his smirk audible as he follows me upstairs.

Once inside my room, I head straight for the luxurious walk-in closet, pretending to search for pajamas. Instead, I pull out the silk robe I’d seen earlier. Its cool fabric slides over my skin as I slip it on and tie the belt around my waist. The silk clings to my curves, and the thought of Rylan’s reaction sends a thrill through me.

Taking a deep breath, I step out of the closet. Rylan is already on the bed, propped up against the headboard with his hands resting behind his head, his eyes closed. The way the soft light dances across his exposed tattooed chest and chiseled torso is almost too much.

He remains still as I approach the bed, stopping a few feet away from him. But the moment I untie the belt of my robe and let it slip to the floor, the soft thud of fabric meeting the ground snaps his eyes open. His gaze darkens, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

I saunter towards him, each step purposeful as I close the distance between us. Climbing onto the bed, I straddle his lap and rest my hands lightly on his chest. His muscles tense beneath my touch, and for a moment, he looks frozen in slumber, as if he’s waiting to wake up from a dream.

“Savannah . . .” he murmurs, that deep voice sounding strained.

“Shh,” I whisper, sliding my hands up to the back of his neck, and thread my fingers through his hair. “I’ve made up my mind.”

His lips part, but whatever protest he was about to make dies when I lean in and press my mouth to his. The kiss is slow at first, teasing, but when he groans against my lips, something inside me snaps. My nails scrape lightly against his scalp as the kiss deepens, our breaths mingling in the charged air.

With a sudden growl, he flips me onto my back, pinning me beneath him. His weight is delicious; his warmth is searing. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, mo stóirín?” he murmurs, his lips grazing my jawline. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I want to get burned.” My voice is breathy on my reply.

His eyes blaze with heat as he captures my lips again, his hands roaming over my body. One hand cups my breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak, while the other slides down to grip my thigh, hitching it around his hip. The silk sheets beneath us are cool against my heated skin, a stark contrast to the inferno building between us.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin while he trails kisses down my neck and over my collarbone. “Every inch of you.”

My body responds to his touch and arches into him, as if it’s been waiting for this moment forever. His lips continue their journey, and when his mouth closes around my breast, a gasp escapes my lips. His teeth graze the sensitive skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.

“Rylan,” I breathe, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

He lifts his head, his gaze locking with mine. “Tell me what you want, Savannah.”

“You,” I whisper. The word slips out before I can stop it.

His expression softens for a moment, a flicker of something tender passing through his eyes. Then he’s kissing me again, his lips demanding and insistent as his hands explore every curve of my body.

I watch his fingers trail lower on his exposed skin to tease the waistband of his pajama pants. With a deliberate motion, he sits back and reaches for the drawstring, pulling it loose. My breath catches as he pushes the fabric down over his hips, his movements slow and deliberate as if he’s giving me time to take in every inch of him.

“See something you like, mo stóirín?” The words are thick with amusement and laced with desire.

I nod, unable to form words as I drink in the sight of him. He leans back over me, his body pressing mine into the mattress. The heat of his skin ignites something primal inside me.

He adjusts his weight, his hand slipping between us to settle at the apex of my thighs, his skilled fingers begin gently rubbing my clit in a circular motion. He increases the pressure, then pinches and twists the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending an intense jolt of pleasure through me. The sensation sends my head spinning, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. “So wet for me,” he murmurs. “You’re perfect.”

I’m barely holding on, every nerve in my body attuned to his touch. He shifts slightly, running the head of his cock through my arousal, dragging it up and down in a slow, teasing rhythm. The torment is too much, and I squirm beneath him, my desperation spilling over.

“Please, Rylan . . .” I plead, my voice a breathy moan.

When he finally slides his full length inside me, the world tilts on its axis. I gasp, my fingernails dig into his back as he stills, letting me adjust to the feeling of him.

He leans back down, his warm chest pressing against my breasts and whispers, “Look at me,” his hand resting gently on my cheek. I obey, meeting his intense gaze. “This isn’t just about tonight, Savannah. You’re mine. Always.”

The weight of his words settles over me, and shockingly, I don’t feel the urge to run. Instead, I pull him closer, letting the moment consume us both.

His movements start slow, almost reverent, as though he’s savoring every second. But as our breaths quicken and our bodies move in perfect rhythm, the intensity builds. His lips find mine again, his kiss desperate and consuming. He pours every unspoken word into where our lips are joined.

My nails rake lightly down his back, drawing a rumble from deep in his chest. “You’re mine too,” I whisper, and the words send a shiver through him.

With one last, powerful thrust, we both spiral into oblivion together, the world fading away until there’s nothing left but him and me.